"Zhou Yun!"

Zhang Jun was on the verge of exploding, suppressing his anger with great effort. He crawled to my side on his knees: "Wife, I don't want to die, I really know I was wrong. I promise, I will never raise a dog again, all the money in the house will be managed by you. I will take care of the children, and I will do the housework! As long as I'm alive, I will definitely behave well!"

Listening to his fawning and flattering words, I sneered:

"It's nice to be able to talk!"

"It's nice to be able to express your demands and discomforts, unlike my son who, even when in unbearable pain, can only endure silently."

The more Zhang Jun was in agony, the more my heart ached.

It turns out...

In the past life, my son was in such torment before he died, and I didn't understand at all, being misled step by step by Zhang Jun, delaying his treatment. He suffered greatly before his death, and I'll never forget how he didn't even have the strength to drink milk, dying with his eyes open.

"How could our son be in pain? Isn't he sleeping peacefully upstairs?"

Zhang Jun sensed the coldness emanating from me and tried to soothe me: "Wife, if I really die, our son won't have a father. Can you really bear that?"

I sneered, lowering my head to look at his expectant expression: "Didn't you kill your own children with your own hands? Where did you get a son?"

The bloody scene replayed in Zhang Jun's mind, and his face turned pale.

"From today on, I'll deliver three meals a day as usual!"

I kicked the desperate Zhang Jun away. If I stayed any longer, I feared that I might lose control and kill him.

In the evening, I brought him beef and potato stew, vegetable and tofu soup, and steamed eggs, also bringing a basin for him to bathe.

Although he finally ate regular food and put on clean clothes, his appetite worsened by the day. Sometimes he had trouble breathing and occasionally had a fever. When I wasn't in the cellar, he would become extremely irritable and often smash things.

"I can't take it anymore..."

"Wife, let me out..."

"I need treatment, otherwise, I will truly die!"

Zhang Jun trembled all over, feeling cold despite wearing many layers of clothes. He stuffed the small ventilation window on the wall with clothes to block out the light and the wind, and he stopped washing his face.

Afraid of light, afraid of wind, afraid of water...

These symptoms were already very obvious. My son in the past life suffered for twenty days before passing away. Zhang Jun, being young and strong, should suffer even longer. This was a good thing...

"Just drink more water, why see a doctor!"

I pulled away the clothes blocking the window and coldly told him with the words he used in the past life: "It's normal for people to feel a bit unwell. How can you always run to the hospital?"

"You're just having a cold. I'll bring you some cold medicine later."

"Ah ah!"

Zhang Jun screamed and curled up in the corner, desperately avoiding the beam of light.

He buried his head between his knees and screamed loudly:

"Block it up quickly!"